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Why should matters rely on This fertile soil and escape the fading clouds To descend upon the skies, Like poison rain, To the lonely sickened rivers That flow to the centre of the earth? And the thunder, and all evil messengers Above our vulnerable heads- Are we to wait to be swallowed, To turn to putrefaction To feed the ungrateful leaves of a tree? |
posted by Grace at 5:32 PM
1 Comments:
me gusto el giro d las ultimas 2 lineas, le da mucha sinceridad y humanidad al
poema, creo yo
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